Fireworks. By which I am euphemistically referring to ORGASMS.
My husband is out drinking with his buddies so it’s time to talk about the female orgasm. This post might go a little too far for you, so if you’re not interested in learning some super personal stuff about my marital bed, it’s not too late to skip this one. But keep in mind that I shared a picture of my uterus with you, so you owe me the details of your intimate life. And you can always comment anonymously if you’re shy…
BFB and I were chatting about orgasms the other day. She has them through intercourse, I don’t (which is perfectly normal, in case this is news to you). While I’m sometimes willing to do the extra work to have a during experience, I’m happy with before or after. Anyway, the discussion got me thinking that the whole timed intercourse thing might be easier on women like me. Here’s my logic. When we’re having sex during my fertile window, by the last day or two I don’t even bother to come. I’m so bored with the whole thing I just want to get the business part taken care of. Sure, foreplay is needed, but then it’s straight to work. And Mr. Bunny can be totally efficient about it, because he’s only got himself to take care of. Whereas if the process were expected to result in mutual orgasm, it seems like it would be a lot more stressful for him. Possibly more fun for me and all, but I don’t really know that fun enters into it for most of us anymore.
Maybe this is one of those things where whatever is normal for you seems less stressful. Like if you DO come via intercourse you might be thinking my situation sounds very stressful. Or maybe you’re too busy thinking my sex life sounds really joyless and pathetic. WELL IT IS. But only some of the time, which is one of the many reasons I don’t like the prospect of returning to the conception mines. Anyway, if there’s anyone who’s willing to share (*sound of crickets chirping*), I’m sure curious about how the other half lives, and just generally curious about how other infertile women deal with the big O.